we could end this war and then you’d never have to doubt me again sick of going nowhere, sick of wondering if you’re still my friend living as a ghost, living in a dream living as a ghost, living in between if I could take back what I said, forgive for what we’ve become if I could give my love to you as if we’d never come undone living as a ghost, living in a dream living as a ghost, living in between maybe what I’m waiting for is you to get me by maybe what I’m waiting for is you to feel alive